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CarlyCheeese Scarlet Rain Silence

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 1192 Location: Koka-In Temple
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:46 pm Post subject: |
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Oh yeah. Shizumaru searches Area 9. _________________
. . . . . . . . . . . . Credo quia absurdum non credere. . . . . . . . . . . . . |
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1848 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 10:49 pm Post subject: |
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Lisa will be searching area 7. ^^ |
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Switchblade Rock You!

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 844 Location: Cybertron
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:11 pm Post subject: |
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Raiden and Zangief, eh? Terry remembered Raiden, and he’d seen Zangief in the Street Fighter competition. Both were big, burly grapplers. If he moved fast and kept his distance, he didn’t anticipate any difficulty. They had finished posing, but they seemed to be waiting for Terry to make the first move. In keeping with his plan he picked the perfect opener.
“Rock you!” The Power Wave raced towards the two wrestlers. With a speed that honestly surprised Terry, however, they both sidestepped it easily. Terry started to realize this may be harder than he thought.
Raiden moved first, rushing in and pulling back his fist to deliver a crushing blow. Terry waited until the bulky man in blue got close, then crouched. The second Raiden was in range he flipped over and launched himself skywards, feet first. “Rising Tackle!”
The attack connected solidly with Raiden’s chin, carrying the bulky wrestling up into the air. Eventually Terry’s momentum knocked Raiden back, and Terry flipped over so he could land on his feet. Before he touched down, however, a pair of large hands grabbed hold of his waist. Terry realized that in focusing so closely on Raiden, he had totally neglected Zangief. The Russian wrestler had him in a tight lock, and he quickly pulled him in tight. Flipping Terry over so that he was upside down, Zangief jumped into the air and spun around several times before landing on the hard floor.
Terry’s head connected solidly with the ground, leaving him momentarily dazed as Zangief stood up and stepped back. Terry felt the ground floor shake as Raiden walked over. There was a loud, wet inhaling sound, and Terry rolled away just in time to avoid a large gob of green saliva. Leaping back up onto his fight Terry jumped forward and swung his foot in a downward arc into Raiden’s face. The Crack Shot hit its target, and as Terry landed he ducked down and kicked upwards. Raiden howled in agony as Terry’s foot slammed into his testicles.
Standing up quickly Terry prepared to turn and face Zangief. Before he could move, though, the Russian’s large arms snaked around him in a powerful bear hug. Fortunately for Terry, he was able to put both his arms up in front of his chest in time. As Zangief prepared to throw Terry into a backbreaker, the Hungry Wolf threw back his arms, breaking Zangief’s hold. A split second later he shot forward, his fist encased in a glowing blue aura. “Burn Knuckle!”
The attack collided with Raiden’s face, sending the dazed wrestler flying backwards, straight through the far wall. With one enemy down, Terry whirled to face Zangief. The Russian was already rushing towards him, and when he was a few feet away he thrust both of his fists out to the side and started spinning around, using his momentum to continue hurtling towards Terry.
Thinking quickly, Terry ducked beneath the spinning fists and swept his leg towards Zangief’s. The attack knocked the Russian off his feet, making him land so hard that the tiled floor cracked noticeably. Even as Zangief started to stand up again, Terry raised his fist over his head. “Power… Geyser!”
A massive pillar of energy erupted directly in front of Zangief. The Russian was able to block just in time, but he made the mistake of lowering his guard. The second geyser hit him dead on, launching him into the air and directly into the path of the third and final geyser. When he finally landed, it was in a crumpled heap in front of the elevator door.
Terry let out a heavy sigh and cracked his knuckles. “Not bad, Geese,” he said, knowing full well that his nemesis was watching him. “But you’ll have to do better than that.” _________________
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:19 pm Post subject: |
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The Chief will search Area 1. Just because.
And now, for a special guest appearance!
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Hmph. The United states. How weak they had become, he thought. only a year ago, they were the mightiest nation in the world, but now? Rubble, rubble beneath the Soviet flag. The man shook his head, looking downat the the city he had helped conquer, his eyes shining behind the sunglasses on his head, beneath the brow capped by slicked back blonde hair. He was glad he had joined with the winning side, once more.
He smirked. Albert Wesker always worked for the winning side. Because the side Wesker worked for always won.
It had been deceptively easy. Finances first, to rob the US of its massive monetary supply. But of course, the nukes had destroyed the financial centers just after Geese had plotted for the money to be transferred to Soviet accounts. In one fell swoop, the United States was penniless, and Russia was empowered with limitless cash. Then the attack had begun.
Wesker had been the commander in charge of the assault. Both the Russians and the Americans had feared him, and for good reason, Bullets bounced off his body, tank shells were laughed at, and missiles swatted away. He leaped over buildings, crushed APCs one-handed, destroyed platoons at a time with his bare hands...the legacy of Umbrella Inc. had lived on in their ultimate weapon, even after the Soviets had crushed the bioweapons corporate.
Now, he spent his days moving the pieces. Oh, yes, the Russians had won, but only for now. He secretly plotted, playing both the Soviet army and the freedom fighters off one another. Every battle, every engagement, every transaction and movement and terrorist strike and atrocity - they were all influenced by Albert Wesker, all toward that day when America would throw off the enemy's shackles, and he would lead their counter-charge, as a hero of the nation. Atop their shoulders, Wesker would know the highest glories.
He paused,s canning the city below. Something was wrong, he'd sensed it. Peices were moving against his will, the rebellion was picking up despite his desires. He clenched his teeth and hissed. No! Wesker was in control! They would not act outside his will! Wesker was God in this city!
He searched through the reports, seeking targets. the madmen driving the stolen tanks and the odd armored assault vehicle, the intruder in Soviet headquarters, the madman wandering about and leveling buildings...which one to destroy first?
Then, something caught Wesker's attention.
Batman.
He laughed, shaking his head, and then smiled, a flash of his teeth devoid of humor. Batman would be the first of these interlopers he dealt with....
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OMGWTF! Wesker's here!
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Elsewhere, the Chief drove around, flattening Commies.
Paratroopa shot things.
They met Culex, and Culex went "Hey, let's fight."
The Chief went "Bring it on, bitch."
Someone stole the Warthog while the Chief and Culex fought.
^expanded upon later, or possibly by Wayne or someone else. I, on the other hand, need to sleep. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
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Moogle Chased by destiny

Joined: 28 Dec 2003 Posts: 138 Location: Maryland, USA
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:37 pm Post subject: |
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In retrospect, it all went reasonably well until the distinctive thumping of an assault helicopter's rotors began to echo. There was no way to miss it, being out on a large bridge, because the sound bounced not only off the water but between what remaind of the city's once great skyscrapers. The diversions set throughout the city were not enough to keep away the Hind choppers, and things were about to get very, very interesting.
Thanks to the help from Batman (who, as far as Keitaro was concerned, definitely lived up to the reputation he had from the comics, the TV, and the movies,) storming the bridge itself went off surprisingly well. There were no tanks stationed on the bridge; at least those had been driven away. It was just men, men who were not expecting an attack there. Surely, the guerrillas would not be that bold! Yet that was precisely what they were.
The front rank of Soviet soldiers were incapacitated, but the rest had to be put down in a firefight that was as abbreviated as a Hollywood gunfight might be. The strong Hispanic kid, Fernando, lugged along with him a heavy machine gun that he was able to set up and spray the Russians while they were still caught unawares.
The carnage of an actual fight in an actual war was something that would stay with Keitaro to the end of his days. It was not something that he could describe, and in fact he never did try to describe it, even once he returned to his home universe, nor did he even speak of it. The explosions, the smoke, the screams, the smell of blood and death, all of which were things that he could not simply set aside. Keitaro held a gun but did not fire it at anyone for the initial fight. Knowing that real people were dying around him was bad enough.
Bodies - Soviet bodies - littered the bridge. They would not be getting proper burials. In fact, if all went well, they'd be resting forever in... whatever body of water was below them, Keitaro was not sure.
Tavon and Mariko went about the grim task of making sure all of the Soviets were dead... Keitaro did not watch, but it seemed to involve a lot of firing guns.
"Roll call!" the black boy shouted once that was done.
The roll flooded in from the rest of them.
"Squints!"
"Jason!"
"Jessica!"
"Louis!"
"Mariko!"
"Keitaro!"
Batman's cape flapping in the breeze was all the calling out he needed to do. But only seven checked in.
Keitaro knew who forgot, and so did Tavon. "Fernando," he muttered. "Fernando!" Shouting this time. "¡Hablame! ¡Hablame!" (Speak to me! Speak to me!)
They fanned across the bridge, all shouting his name, shouting things in Spanish to try to hear from him. But from him there was no reply.
It was Jessica Goldstein, the real dainty flower, who first found him. She muttered something in Yiddish and looked away, then waved the others over. As soon as they got there, she started to cry.
A grenade had exploded next to Fernando, pelting him with the fragments inside. That side of him was torn up and looked like nothing that should be a human body. And the smell...
It was only by a thread that Keitaro held in the contents of his stomach. By a thread and the knowledge that he was the oldest there, that they were looking up to him at least somewhat, even if he was a wimp who didn't participate in the fight and didn't know anything about military actions.
Not so much for the others. Tavon and Mariko were the only ones who did not, both keeping stern expressions on their faces. Tavon, because he had to, Mariko, because she would not be upstaged by a man. All of them had friends die before, but never had to find the bodies in such a condition. It was particularly unsettling.
As for Keitaro, he could not help but picture the face of one of the Hinata girls. Suppose it was Japan that was taken over... would they fight like these Americans, in the Land of the Rising Sun? Would they die like this? He was not so sure.
"All right," Tavon said after a few moments of silence. "We've still got a job to do. Let's not let this be in vain!"
There were some uncertain, noncommittal replies. Tavon knew the only way to deal with that was to keep giving orders until people cleared their heads and remembered what they came to do.
"Shimmy team, you still up to it?" That was the Goldsteins. Both had done some rock climbing when on vacation with their parents. It was the closest they had to climbing specialists. Seeing their nods, he motioned for them to get started. "They probably know we're here. We don't have all day. Remember, the more of a hole you can get, the longer it'll take them to patch it up."
"Louie, you watch from the north. Keitaro, make sure nobody's coming from the south, all right?"
Keitaro didn't need to ask to know that guarding the south had probably originally been assigned to Fernando. The rest of them would gather up equipment from the bodies of the Soviets. You never knew what might come in handy. At any rate, Keitaro jogged towards the end of the bridge, so he missed the rest of the delegating. Perhaps some mourning mixed in, another reason why they would have wanted him to go away.
He could not be sure how long it was before he started to hear the helicopter blades. He wasn't looking at his watch, if it even still worked. His heart was pounding and his ears were ringing, hands shaking. Theoretically there could even be a sniper on some rooftop, aiming at him. And here he was, all alone, and he started to hear the helicopter blades. A Hind was coming their way.
It was going to be a panicked run back to where the makeshift battle command was being maintained, but Batman dropped down next to him.
"I'll draw that thing away. You know I'm the only one who can, so don't even argue. Keep watch and make sure these kids don't panic."
As quickly as he landed next to Keitaro, the Caped Crusader leapt off again. Slowly, but surely, the noise of the helicopter faded off into the distance and then disappeared entirely. Whatever Batman had done was the right thing to do.
For a moment, Keitaro allowed himself to think that they just might be in the clear.
Then the tanks rolled up.
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1 A-Vote to Sora (doubled by Rising Nova)
1 A-Vote to Conker (doubled by Rising Nova)
1 A-Vote to Edward (doubled by Rising Nova)
1 R-Vote to Sly Cooper
1 R-Vote to Jedah
1 R-Vote to Red
I'm going to finish this off after I go to sleep and wake up, hopefully.
Stats:
Keitaro Urashima
Musculotonic
0/5 A-Votes
0/5 R-Votes
17/32 WP
11/20 JP
Items
1 Cure, 1 It's Happy Explosion Dynamite!, 1 Magi-Water
Equipment
Harmonium Earring _________________
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Helmar Brilliant Reflection

Joined: 23 May 2004 Posts: 57 Location: Cephiro
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:42 pm Post subject: |
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Nova watched as Shizuma…no, Ameki turned towards her, in hand. Cyan was flat on the ground, either immobile or unconscious from blood loss.
I wish to fly faster than the wind, on wings of silver...
I look to the future with my own eyes
All things considered, Nova didn’t have a lot going for her. Winded and wounded, she felt as if she barely had the energy to stand, much less fight. She could feel the faltering scraps of Protect and Haste still flowing through her, but she knew both would quickly fade in combat.
Looking over my shoulder while running, although I am in pain
If I were to vanish in this city, I would feel regret.
Nova reset her grip on her blades, readying herself for the demon’s approach. Though Ameki said he wasn’t aiming to kill…he was a demon…Nova felt her wounds close and her fatigue lessen. She noted the fading wisps on light on Maduin’s hand. Apparently ignored by Ameki, the Esper was doing all he could to aid her before he was once again noticed.
I'll go against the wind to reach my destination if the other path is blocked
My best chance for success is coming soon.
Nova felt her emotions in turmoil. She knew the demon was going to attack her. She knew she probably didn’t have enough energy to teleport away, much less succeed against this enemy…not that she could leave Cyan behind. She knew this was going to be the hardest fight of her life…
And she knew this demon was Shizumaru.
What can I believe in, if I keep running in tomorrow's sky?
Even if I find the future has died, in this hand I'll choose
To run free.
Her only experience with a situation like this was her own relationship to Hikaru. Though their forms were somewhat different, the bond between them was incredibly strong. So strong that any injury one suffered wounded the other as well. She faced Ameki…
She faced Shizuamaru.
My dream breaks down and floats away with time...
Hanging my head in shame, I look the other way.
Ameki smiled as he walked towards Nova, Muramasa lazily tracing figures in the air. He drew his second blade, eyeing it for any damage.
I stop and throw away everything,
Even the paths for future people.
“Hikaru. Nova. Such beautiful words. Almost twins, in a sense. Both meaning light. I wonder…if I cut you, would Hikaru bleed? If she did, would the Murasama drink of her as well?”
Like the wind, I'm running fast. I believe in myself for tomorrow
If I'm going towards the future, I should choose with this hand
To run free.
“I don’t see why you won’t admit to your darker side. Everyone has one…there are just some that are more substantial than the others,” Ameki said with a grin, raising his blades.
Nova charged at Ameki, faint flames flickering in the air around her. I’m sorry, Shizumaru. Sorry if I win…and sorry if I don’t.
Energy blades crossed enchanted steel, light against dark. Ameki and Nova moved as in a dance, blades singing through the air. Both scored hits on the other; Nova’s faintly etching lines across the demon’s torso, Ameki’s drawing countless bloodless slashes on her unprotected arms. Maduin crouched by Cyan, rapidly chanting healing spells. Cyan, don’t take this personally. I knew going into this that I couldn’t win this fight. I just hope I can wear Ameki down enough for you win.
As Nova thought this, the flames around her grew.
I wish to fly faster than the wind, on wings of silver...
I look to the future with my own eyes.
Nova whispered to herself, blinking rapidly to keep tears from blurring her eyes. “Hikaru, Umi, Fuu. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I caused you so much pain, so much hurt. And I’m sorry I could never apologize.”
Ameki finally knocked her blades away, and the Murasama stabbed forward, seeking her blood…
Among the flowing clouds, my opportunity will never go away
Now I know, my heart makes me powerful.
…only to be hurled back by the maelstrom of fire surrounding Nova. Ameki flung his wings forward, covering himself from the heat. The flames slowly died down, revealing an unscathed, changed Nova. Armor now more ornate, no longer white but deep crimson; her jumpsuit had been replaced with an armored white fuku, a crimson cape fluttered behind her in the faint wind. Nova looked at Ameki with pleading eyes.
“I’m sorry, Shizumaru…but I still have much to atone for. I can’t die…not here, not now. Please Shizumaru, Ameki…don’t make me continue this fight.”
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Nova has ascended to Stage Three armor.
A-vote to Sora
A-vote to Jedah
A-vote to Jason
R-vote to Asuka
Edit: Removed two invalid R-votes _________________

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Kyo Little Faith

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 472 Location: Indefinite
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:44 pm Post subject: |
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Akira took a glance towards Area 11. |
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Dry Seeker of Power
Joined: 06 Nov 2003 Posts: 114 Location: Seeking Power
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2004 11:55 pm Post subject: |
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Geese studied Terry closely, observing his fight against Raiden and Zangief with the critical eye of a martial arts master, taking his foe's measure by proxy. Though Zangief and Raiden weren't the most disciplined of fighters, they were still challenging opponents by virtue of their immense strength alone. Terry's victory over them was impressive...
From the entrance to the 77th floor, Billy reported in.
"Boss, I'm in position with Ripper and Hopper."
"Good. When Bogard arrives, show him to my training room. I'm going to deal with him myself."
"Sir?"
"You heard me."
The frustration in Billy's voice was audible as he replied.
"...yes sir."
Geese cut off the intercom, then headed towards his training room at a brisk pace; within a few minutes, he was there. He dialed up the lights to a normal level, then walked to the center of the room and sat down in a lotus position, facing the door. Geese closed his eyes and began to meditate, preparing himself for the battle to come...within ten minutes, the door opened. Geese waited... _________________ Luna
THE PLACE
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Lisa Pumpkin Queen

Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 1848 Location: Fa'Diel
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 12:04 am Post subject: |
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Bud and Lisa continued to destroy things with the tank, while yelling "SIEG PUMPKIN!"
Guri shot some more troops with the tank's artillery.
Stuff blew up.
SIEG PUMPKIN!
My apologies for not posting a lot this round, but, well....losing electricity for the majority of the day tends to hamper one's posting ability. :E In any case, I'm too drained from the overall crappy day, tired, blah blah blah etc. to write anything serious, so I'll just post some votes. Going to refrain from hitting anyone who was active, however, as that'd be unfair. ^^
1 A-vote to Jason Soe
1 A-vote to Sora
1 R-vote to Bud
1 R-vote to Shizumaru
1 R-vote to Cyan
1 R-vote to Akira
1 R-vote to Sly Cooper
Pain Doubler on Jason Soe
Starlight Heal on Bud
Blue Water(JP version) on Shizumaru
Double Slash on Jason and Sora
Triangle Kick on Jason
Blue Water(WP version) on Cyan
Passing the Time Bomb to Jason
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 12:07 am Post subject: |
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D +75 hours:45 minutes:23 seconds (SPARTAN 17 Mission Clock)/ New York, New York, Freedom Fighters universe (accompanied by deputized Gunney Sergant Paratroopa and forward scout Toadette)
To the sound of "Its Goin' Down" by the X-Ecutioners ft. Mike Shinoda and -MR.HAHN-
The war raged, the bullets flew, and the people rose. American flags began to rise as surely as did the people of the city. Chants to the flag and to the great "USA!" were heard as the resistance began the do-or-die battle to retake the city.
Somewhere, someone slipped a CD into a music player at a radio station, and the sounds of rebellion could be heard across town over the radio once more. And things started going down. Just like this.
Watch them flee
Watch them flee
Rap up
Watch them flee
Hip hop hits
And you do like this
Master Chief smashed through a barrier, mowing down Soviet soldiers and reducing them to roadkill. behind him, Paratroop pured gunfire into Soviet survivors. Anyone wearing a Ruskie uniform and brandishing a weapon was either quickly killed or left dying in the bloody snow.
It's going down
The rhythm projects round my next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super futuresque style
An APC rumbled into sight, disgorging soldiers with rocket launchers. they spun to fire, only to be hurled aside as Toadette swooped through, her buggy tripping the Russian soldiers or throwing them off balance. those still standing tried tracking her, but their missiles flew off-course, striking walls, cars, each other - anything but Toadette or the Warthog. moments later, that same Warthog crushed many Russians, while Paratroopa's staccatos of gunfire cut down the rest. Only one man survived, and he lay behind a shielding barricade, shaking his head and crying in confusion.
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From Emotional stress
And special effects
In a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage
A full platoon of troops rushed out onto the street, setting up to attack. Toadette swooped in once more, and the Soviets opened fire. Their Kalishnikov rifles spat hundreds of bullets, but Toadette merely dove, spun, and drifted among their ranks, evading their bullets with almost casual ease. Mant Russians shot their own comrades as Toadette drove past, and spun to track her, determined to kill the strange mushroom woman. they didn't see the Warthog until it was too late.
Most of them took bullets in the back as Paratroopa cut them down.
It's going down
The logical progression on the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey now
It's going down
Put it out for the world to see
Lp and Xmen to the 10th degree
It's going down
Nobody in the world is safe
When we melt down the wax in your record crate
A Hind swooped overhead, firing rockets and machineguns down at the mushroom,t he Koopa, and the Spartan. The odd trio swerved through alleys, cut through side streets, and othewise easily evaded the helicopter's gunfire. The Master Chief threw his rocket lanched back to Paratroopa, who quickly sighted the Hind and locked on. A 120mm rocket flashed up, trailing smoke and fire. The Hind took the missile in the cockpit, the entire front half vanishing in a ball ofyellow-white fire. The helicopter crashed into an abandoned apartment building, which in turn crushed a pair of enemy tanks.
It's going down
Put it up
And it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down
Put it up
And it goes like this
And you do it like this
It's going down
Like this
And all through the city, it went down, exactly like that. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
~Letters to the Bungie Webmaster
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Seril Eternity Eight

Joined: 29 Apr 2004 Posts: 171 Location: Lost Ground
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 12:09 am Post subject: |
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Asuka grinned as another building collapsed, his grin growing large when one of his orbs hit a gas line causing a stream of fire to erupt on the house. Asuka watched gleefully as the fire travelled down the street through the gasline, causing an inferno to envelope part of Manhatten.
"No, not yet. They have yet to know the true meaning of a monstrosity!" Asuka cackled, and continued on his path of destruction through the city.
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Roughly a quarter of Manhatten is on fire right now, and it's spreading quickly.
Note: Seeing as I have school in the morning, Asuka will not be open for interaction when the next round opens. As soon as everyone is teleported into the new area, Asuka will fly off using the Eternity Eight.
Minigame: Asuka will be destroying (er, searching) area 8.
A-voting: Sora and Jason Soe.
Using Starlight Heal on Sora. _________________
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 12:12 am Post subject: |
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Umm...things went down too close to Sora. And so things did it like this.
A-Vote to Sora _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
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Rain The Hunter

Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 179 Location: Colorado Springs
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 12:16 am Post subject: |
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Malak stared down the helmed warrior, showing uncharacteristic patience in squaring up the diminutive (at least by Malak's standards) warrior. Her face concealed by the helmet's visor, Malak could not read her face for clues. This was a minor setback.
Akira waited for the Sith Lord to strike, each hearing and seeing nothing but one another, despite Revan and Drizzt's battle just behind them. Each began to slowly circle, with even and deliberate strides, planning out their attacks.
Malak came in swiftly, his saber twirling as he hurtled towards the Tai Chi master. Akira waited for the last possible moment, dodging the beam of energy as it crashed down where she had just stood and spinning around behind the Sith Lord. Her fist drove into his side, though his armor protected him against much of the blow's force.
He spun around now, his blade coming horizontally in a fierce slash. Akira ducked under, thinking to go for the legs, until she noticed his boot, which came around along with the blade and struck her in the jaw.
Akira rolled with the blow, going into a side flip and coming back up onto her feet. Malak continued in, his blade slashing down left, left, right, then sweeping horizontally. Akira was back on her heels, the ferocity of the Sith's attack not allowing her to react with a quick pivot, and before she knew it, her back was to a wall.
Malak pierced his blade into her chest--or where her chest was moments before. She had slid to her left, into a corner, which she pushed off from to land behind the Sith Lord. She swept her leg into his ankles, and Malak had to use the Force to propel him into a flip over the hunched warrior. He landed on his feet, sliding back a few inches as Akira glared at him, crouched, one leg extended.
Malak spun his lightsaber, his black eyes narrowing as they stared into her reflective visor.
Akira clenched her fists, feeling the power surge within her muscles.
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The moon was out, though thick clouds partially veiled its curlean glow. The Soviets and rebels on the ground didn't seem to notice, or care. Gunfire riddled the street as opponents slid from encampment to encampment, foxhole to foxhole. Nobody noticed the thin glimmer of light that shone down from the mighty celestial body.
None save Malak. He hadn't remembered the building he was in having windows, but as he fought with the powerful woman he saw the faint shine of the moon glide in through a thin pane of glass just to his right.
Perfect.
Malak forced himself forward on the young fighter, his attacks precise and quick. She dodged low, and feigned for another of her sweeps. Malak saw this coming, and drove his blade down on the woman.
She dodged into a roll, coming up on Malak's right--and face-to-face with the Sith's extended right hand, palm open. She meant to continue her dodge, but was chilled to the bone by Malak's turning head, his eyes reflecting red in the harsh light of the lightsaber. She could almost have pictured him smiling under his mechanical mask.
"Die."
Malak thrust at her with the Force, slamming her back and away--and shattering through the glass window, falling down into the street below. He moved over to the empty frame, and looked over. The woman had landed, spectacularly, on her feet. She stared up at the Sith Lord.
"This is not over, demon. We will meet again."
"And you will die."
Akira sprinted off into the night.
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"Drizzt, you know this is not your destiny! Fight back against Malak's power!"
Revan heard the mechanical laughter just behind him. Malak apparently had finished with the woman warrior.
"There is no power but the Dark Side. You, too, shall come to see this."
The Hunter continued to fight, oblivious to the discussion. His scimitars came in hard, and the quickly-tiring Revan was doing all he could to hold the furious Ranger at bay. The Hunter, however, showed no signs of fatigue, his strikes coming in just as fast as when the battle had begun.
It was as these thoughts filtered through Revan's mind that a scimitar slipped through his beleagured defenses, and as he struggled in vain to move his saber into a desperate block, the point of an enchanted blade pierced through his robe and seared into his shoulder.
Revan cried out in pain, and as the lightsaber finally came around, it dislodged the scimitar. Blood began to flow from the wound, and Revan staggered backwards. He looked up at the face of his friend, the exile who had found love, beauty, and good in a world that despised him, and searched for any sign of guilt in the Ranger's face.
The Hunter continued his attack.
Revan had had enough. He extended his arms, the pierced shoulder giving way by sheer willpower alone, and used the Force to cast both the Hunter and a surprised Malak off of their feet and sprawling across the ground.
Revan deactivated his lightsaber and sat on the ground. He crossed his legs and closed his eyes, allowing himself to become entrenched in the Force. Malak regained his footing, as did the unshaken Hunter, who lifted his blades and cautiously began to approach the meditating Jedi Master.
"Now, Hunter. Strike down your enemy! Complete your turn to the Dark Side!"
The Hunter looked down at the sitting Revan, who was still losing blood from his shoulder. The Hunter tightened his grip on Twinkle, spinning it in his hand before raising it up above his head. Malak's eyes began to widen, a feeling unlike any other he had ever felt filling his body. As the Hunter's blade swung down towards the Jedi Master, he knew this to be the end. He was now the most powerful Sith to have ever lived.
Until the blade fell from the Hunter's grasp, his clenched and gnarled hands reaching for his temples. The drow began to stagger, his movement stiff and erratic, and with a voracious howl, the Hunter fell to his knees.
"Help me....Revan..." the drow managed, still writhing in pain on the concrete floor.
Malak knew what Revan had planned, and laughed.
"The Dark Side is not bound by the physical, Jedi. I will show you the power of the Dark Side as it truly is!"
Malak sat now, his arms crossed over his chest, and the drow Ranger began to spasm as another visitor leapt into his mind.
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The Jedi Master appeared in what seemed to be a vast stretch of tundra, with ice and snow in all directions. A wind howled through, sounding as if the cry of a ghost as he peered up at the one landmark he could see in the vast expanse: an enormous tower, green like pine leaves and seemingly built from solid crystal.
Somehow, Revan knew its name.
"Cryshal-Tirith." _________________
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Switchblade Rock You!

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 844 Location: Cybertron
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The doors to Geese Howard’s training room exploded inwards, propelled by the force of a massive energy explosion. A cloud of dust swirled about the entryway, creating an extremely dramatic scene as it slowly cleared to reveal Terry Bogard.
He had changed since Geese last saw him. Not only was the outfit new, but he had clearly aged from the young man who had come to him seeking vengeance. It was unmistakably Bogard, though. The face, though aged, was the same one that Geese had seen enter his penthouse that fateful day. The same one that Geese gazed upon daily amongst his trophy collection.
“You surprise me, Bogard,” he said. “I did not expect to see you again. Not in the flesh, at least.”
“Geese…” Terry growled. “I’ve seen you do a lot of sick things in my time, but nothing can compare to this. Helping to take down the American government? Becoming a dictator in a police state? Obviously this universe deprived you of a few too many falls off of skyscrapers. Looks like I’ll have to remedy that.”
“This universe?” Geese echoed. “Intriguing. So you are from a parallel universe. That explains how you can be standing before me, even as you stand amongst my trophies.” Geese gestured at the row of golden statues behind him, each one a perfect depiction of a great fighter. It was something Terry had seen before.
“Taking after Rugal, are we?” he asked. “Pathetic. Can’t even come up with your own hobby.”
“It was Bernstein’s idea, I will admit that,” Geese replied. “But I carry it off with far more finesse than he could ever dream. And I know that someday soon, he will be resting here as well.”
“I appreciate your sense of irony,” Terry said, “But I’m afraid I’m not going to give you the chance.”
“I defeated you once, Terry Bogard. I can do so again.”
“I defeated you four times and counting, Geese Howard. I look forward to doing it again.”
Moving with incredible speed, Geese stood up and swung his hand in an upward arc.
“Reppuken!”
“Rock you!”
Geese and Terry’s energy attacks raced towards each other, colliding in a massive explosion of energy. Not even waiting for the flash to fade, Terry shot forward in his signature attack. “Burn Knuckle!”
Terry’s assault flew straight an true, but instead of smashing into Geese’s face, he found himself suddenly and painfully impacting on his enemy’s outstretched foot. Gasping for breath, Terry fell backwards, the glow around his fist fading as he crashed to the floor.
“Ha! I see the years have taught you nothing, Bogard!” Geese loomed over Terry, laughing at his downed opponent.
“I don’t know,” Terry said, a smirk forming on his lips. “They taught me the importance of a good feint well enough.” Confusion started to appear on Geese’s face, but Terry didn’t allow the time for it to take a full hold. “Rising Tackle!” Launching skywards, Terry smashed his foot into Geese’s jaw, knocking the Overlord of America into the air.
Although stunned, Geese still managed to flip over in time to land safely on his feet. “Pathetic,” he scoffed.
Terry raised his hand over his head. “Power…” Geese laughed as he rushed in, hoping to take advantage of this opening. As he closed in, however, Terry lashed out with his other fist, punching Geese square in the face. The Overlord staggered back, clutching at his now bleeding nose. Terry just smiled as he rushed in and launched a fierce roundhouse at Geese’s head.
Moving quickly, Geese grabbed the incoming foot and spun around, sending Terry flying across the room to crash into the gold-plated form of Robert Garcia. “Ow,” he said as he pulled himself onto his feet. “And I thought Robert could hit hard when he was alive…”
“Keep joking,” Geese called out. “There’s nothing you can do to win this fight.”
“You beat me in what, 1991?” Terry asked. “I’ve learned a lot in the last eleven years.”
“I’m waiting,” Geese said. “Impress me.”
Terry ran forward a few feet then jumped into the air. “Power Dunk!” he yelled out as he channeled energy into his fist, bringing it forward in a fierce downward punch. Once again, however, Geese easily caught this attack, grabbing hold of Terry’s wrist and using his momentum to throw him to the floor.
Standing up quickly Terry moved seamlessly into a Power Charge, slamming his shoulder into Geese’s chest. Geese staggered back, the wind momentarily knocked out of him. Not waiting for his foe to recover, Terry threw his arms back. “Are you okay? Bustaa WOLF!!!”
Terry shot forward, the bright front end of a massive comet of energy. His fist was outstretched, the focal point for all his rage and power. As he closed in, however, Geese simply stood there, smirking back at him. “RAGING STORM!!” Geese raised both his fists above his head, then swung them forward as he crouched down. An enormous geyser of energy exploding around him. Terry’s own power quickly faded and vanished in the face of Geese’s assault. The force of the attack sent him flying across the room, again landing amidst the Overlord’s morbid trophy collection.
Terry struggled to get to back onto his feet, still dazed by Geese’s attack. Although he had faced the Raging Storm before, it had never been so intense and powerful. For a moment, Terry began to wonder if he would be unable to defeat Geese this time. His head falling limply backwards, Terry found himself staring up at one of Geese’s statues. Like all of the others it was a golden tomb, forever encapsulating the body of someone who had lost their life fighting Geese.
There was something unique about this statue, however. Not particularly in its design or execution, but rather in its effect on Terry Bogard. The statue/tomb was of a young woman, clad in a pair of baggy pants and a tight halter-top. Her shoulder-length hair was straight, and even in solid gold, her eyes seemed to sparkle. Terry recognized the statue instantly as Blue Mary Ryan, his partner, his friend, and the woman he cared more about than anyone else in the world. And here, in this twisted universe, she was dead. And her body was being used as a piece of grotesque art deco. It made Terry angry. Very angry. Very, very angry.
Terry jumped back onto his feet. Geese was walking slowly towards him, still several feet away. It seemed as if the Overlord was in no hurry to finish the fight, clearly savoring the battle. Terry raised his hand and slammed it into the floor, sending a massive Power Wave towards Geese. His opponent was able to sidestep it easily, but it carried its intended message loud and clear. Terry was far from done fighting. _________________
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Bud Pumpkin King

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 1464 Location: luz
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vote dumpz0r
A-vote to Culex
A-vote to Sora
A-vote to Jason Soe
A-vote to Malak
R-vote to Malak
R-vote to Lisa
R-vote to Shizumaru
R-vote to Asuka
R-vote to Akira
Using Starlight Heal on Lisa - 2/14 JP remaining
Using Blue Water on Akira - 0/14 JP remaining
Using Mist Double from Culex's twinsword attack - 1/11 WP remaining
Using Kitchen Sink on Jason Soe - 0/11 WP remaining
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Peptuck The Warthog...of DOOM!

Joined: 05 Nov 2003 Posts: 572 Location: On Halo and loving it
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A-Vote to Bud
Roll Beat to Bud (-3 Waza)
Nothing personal, but when I say I retaliate for an ally, I mean it. _________________
The Cheeese pwns j00.
"I need a copy of halo 2. im 14 and u know i play games all day so i can test it fo u. MeGanaXX"
Dearest MeGanaXX,
14 what? IQ points? Months? If you mean years, then we're doomed. Tom Brokaw's Greatest Generation better have kept all those WW2 weapons, because they're going to have a battle on their hands when your Hatest Generation of functionally retarded Dew-guzzling molemen tries to take over the world with a combination of idiocy and poor penmanship.
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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Sly glided through the air out the fourth story window, readying himself for the impact. Fortunately, as everybody knew, raccoons were extremely lithe and agile creatures, and therefore well-adapted for falls from high -
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Sly awoke found himself lying face-first in the middle of the road, his limbs bent in extremely awkward positions, twitching slightly, and a thin layer of snow covering his back. Slowly the thief rose to his feet, bruises and joints screaming at him as he struggled to stand up.
Fortunately, he still had his pack with him, and he quickly opened it to have a chance to assay what he'd managed to grab from the commander's drawer.
Expensive gold watch - check.
War medal - check.
Silver chain - check.
Soviet-issue commander's letter opener - check.
Half-eaten sandwich - che... yuck. How did that get in there?
Sly tossed it over his head onto the street behind him.
Gold cuff links - check.
Russian wooden doll collection - check.
GBA-SP - check.
Sly blinked.
Keychain giving access to Soviet military equipment, weaponry, and bases - check.
The thief looked at the keys, brushing the broken glass out of his clothes and fur. Not bad, not bad at all...
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Use Glass Shield.
Use Blue Water (JP) on Drizzt.
A-votes: 4/5
R-votes: 0/5
WP: 24/24
JP: 0/24 _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blackness 3-1 3-2 3-3 3-4 3-5 3-6 3-7
Chapter 4: The Red Menace 4-1 4-2 4-3 4-4 4-5 4-6 4-7
Chapter 5: Trouble in Paradise 5-1 5-2 5-3 5-4 5-5 5-6 5-7 5-8 5-9 5-10
Chapter 6: The Jack of Diamonds 6-1 6-2 6-3 6-4 6-5 6-6 6-7
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Bud Pumpkin King

Joined: 01 Jul 2002 Posts: 1464 Location: luz
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Oh yeah, searching area 15 for the minigame. |
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Rain The Hunter

Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 179 Location: Colorado Springs
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 1:19 am Post subject: |
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Drizzt searches 15...which is, um...undescribed. _________________
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Coin Huh?

Joined: 07 Jul 2003 Posts: 482 Location: Gotham City
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Catching the attention of the helicopter was easy enough. Quickly drawing an American flag and waving it in the air quickly made him the target, and darting in and out of buildings made sure that stayed in sight yet too quick to be shot at.
Batman quickly led the helicopter away, throwing the occasional Batarang at it when the helicopter lost sight of him. Before long the Dark Knight found a building high enough for him to reach the helicopter, and stood on top. His cape was flapping in the wind as the helicopter approached.
Batman waited until the helicopter fired, then leapt for it. As Batman descended, he threw his grappling hook, which wrapped around one of the skids. Quickly scaling the rope, Batman climbed the skids. The russian inside shot at him, but the bullets ricocheted off Batman's pointed cowl. Entering the helicopter, the two men in the back seat were rapidly knocked out one after the other. The one in the helicopter seat soon joined his comrades, and the control of the helicopter belonged to the Dark Knight.
Hovering over the building, Batman kicked out the three men and headed back for the Eagles and Keitaro in the helicopter. Batman spotted the tanks heading for the kids, and quickly landed the helicopter. Jumping out, Batman approached the tanks quietly.
Taking out a laser cutter from his utility belt, Batman quietly cut a hole in the back of the first tank, before rolling a sleeping gas grenade into the tank. Within a minute all the tanks had stopped moving, their occupants out cold.
"All's clear, Keitaro." Batman said, jumping onto one of the tanks.
"Maybe not, Batman." Batman turned, and saw glowing red eyes for the second time. Behind the sunglasses-clad man were about three dozen soviets, armed and ready.
Narrowing his eyes, Batman muttered, "Wesker." _________________
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Rain The Hunter

Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 179 Location: Colorado Springs
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Votes for people doing the best writing at the moment.
R-Vote to Chief.
R-Vote to Sly. _________________
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 908 Location: Faerun
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(Some light spoilers going down around here: tread softly if you are so inclined.)
To the casual on-looker, it would appear that Malak and Revan were both meditating over the spasming, writhing figure of Drizzt... or the Hunter, depending on which Jedi had the upper hand in their mental battle.
In the mental dreamscape, however, the snow was still raging as Malak and Revan both activated their lightsabres. Revan knew of this place: Malak, who had not been so thorough in his mental searches, was not so sure.
The Sith lord's half-cloak billowed in the screaming winds, his white skin blurring with the falling snow. "Interesting. I wonder which of us called this battleground for us."
"I did." Both Malak and Revan spun around at the voice. As was expected, it was Drizzt Do'Urden... the same Drizzt that had befriended Revan at the start of the tournament. His lavender eyes looked at his friend kindly, and smiled. "Thank you. I... did not want to hurt you."
"I did." All three of them spun around at this new voice... the Hunter. He looked like Drizzt, but his features were contorted in concentration and fury, his eyes burning in his uncontrolled passion. "I will kill you both, and then the body will be mine to inhabit: no longer a slave to be called when needed and shut away when the danger passes."
With a cold, mechanical laugh, Malak jumped high into the air. "Now that we have gotten the introductions settled, let's end this." He cleaved down at his former mentor: like the Hunter, his eyes were burning with fury, but it was the cold fury of one who had been denied his desires for years, yet had finally been given the opportunity to fulfill them... by killing the one man who had stood in his way for so long.
While the Jedi squared off, Drizzt and the Hunter charged towards each other. Their meeting rang with all the fury of the Underdark: both of their scimitars clanged and clashed in a whirling cyclone of blades and magic.
Revan managed to block his student's powerful blow, and lashed out with his own spinning slash: blocked, and countered with a powerful vertical chop. This Revan managed to dodge, and swung four times in rapid succession. One hit was blocked, one was repelled by Malak's Aura, another hit his armor but didn't go through, but the last... the last hit managed to get through the armor, and slashed into the Sith's side. However, the energy-resistant armor managed to arrest the blade before it caused lethal damage: at the same time, Malak used Revan's helpless state to slash out with his own lightsabre, the red beam of energy cutting through the front of Revan's robe and leaving a cauterized wound behind. Both of them then leaped back, Malak reaching out to drain part of Revan's energy and the other healing the worst of his wounds.
The entire exchange had taken six seconds.
The Hunter and Drizzt, on the other hand, were being much more precise in their battle: while they were swinging with incredible speed, most of their blows were made simply to keep the other distracted while they searched for weak points and openings. The simple fact of the matter, however, is that those were few and far between, and often one of them would notice a weak point only to react a split-second too late to capitalize on it. For humans, the battle would be supremely frustrating, for the few moments that said human would be able to maintain his composure and his life. For two Drow, however, especially ones as patient and cunning as Drizzt Do'Urden... the battle was just getting started.
Suddenly, the tall crystal spire seemed to get closer, the deep forest green of the crystal-shaped structure glittering in the arctic sun. However, none of the four seemed to be at all interested in that building. As Revan and Malak crossed sabres, the latter jumped up into the air, and slashed downward with all of the fury he could muster. The Jedi, knowing that he wouldn't be able to block such a blow, ducked and rolled under Malak, using the Force to push himself out of harm's way. The Sith's blow cut a large gash in the ground, the very earth itself fusing from the energy.
Revan could only shake his head. "Such relentless hatred. How could you have fallen so low, and taken so many people with you?"
"You could ask yourself the same question, Darth Revan. Your hands are just as blood-stained as my own. That's why you became famous." Malak's tone became increasingly bitter. "You could kill more efficiently than anyone else. A glorified butcher: your destiny the murder of worlds mixed in with genocide."
"No longer. I will atone for my crimes, somehow, and right the wrongs that I've committed."
"Try!" Once again, the two Jedi charged towards each other. However, as Malak raised his lightsabre, Revan pushed outward with the Force. It was a precisely-timed attack, for at that moment, Malak's immunity to the Force gave out. So he was flung through the air, leaving a nice furrow in the ground. When he looked up, he saw that he had landed right in the middle of the battle between Drizzt and the Hunter.
So long as he stayed down, Malak was fine. Neither of the two Drow were at all interested in attacking him, and at the one moment when Drizzt glared at him, the Hunter hit his counterpart in the arm with his IcingDeath, freezing the wound shut even as it was formed.
However, the situation was far from the Sith's liking, and as he considered his options, Revan walked towards him. Once his former mentor got within ten meters, Malak sat up and raised his right hand. Once more, dark energy crackled around his fingers, and once more, a Force Storm was unleashed. Both Revan and Drizzt were flung back, and Malak stood up and nodded at the Hunter.
"This location seems to favor you and your counterpart moreso than myself. If we were on the Leviathan, however..."
As soon as the thought was formed in his mind, the landscape began shifting and changing. Suddenly, they were on the bridge of a high-tech space-ship: the most advanced in Malak's fleet. It was surprisingly deserted, however... perhaps it was after Malak had managed to capture Revan the first time...
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Utilizing the Soul Crystal on Conker.
The Summoned Beast attacks Cyan Geramonde and Hisame Shizumaru, then sacrifices itself to stop Bud's A-vote.
Malak will search Division 6.
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Magus Mr. Thou

Joined: 28 Nov 2002 Posts: 445 Location: Mount Zozo
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Cyan Garamonde – 4/2
The Beast and the Demon
A bright flash of crimson light lit the dark alley as the flames engulfed Nova and Ameki. When the flames died, Nova – a changed Nova – appeared from within, unscathed. The oni’s eyes widened with surprise to see that his opponent had changed – Nova’s eyes flickered with resolve as she lunged forward, holding her swords high above her head.
Ameki spread his wings menacingly as she got closer, swinging the Muramasa upwards to block her attack. Sparks flew as the blades met, and Nova spun around at the same time her left blade opened a gash in Ameki’s arm – the wound promptly closed, however, and the demon thrust his wings forward, hitting the young girl on the shoulder. Nova stumbled back a few steps and Ameki lunged forward – Muramasa in hand – not giving too much time for her to recover.
Nova grimaced as the black blade tore through her arm and she ducked to the side as the demon used his wings to parry yet another attack. She knew that projectiles wouldn’t work against Ameki – and she also knew that the demon was none other than Shizumaru, making matters a lot worse for her and for the fallen Cyan. Even with her new armor, she knew that the demon had the power of a god and that even her being very powerful herself, there was no way that she could face a god alone.
The demon’s gentle eyes locked with hers for a moment.
“What is the matter? Such raw power within, yet so fragile on the outside…” Ameki mockingly said, his lips curling into a wicked smile as his claws reached for the Muramasa once again.
“Shizumaru, forgive me for what I am about to do.” The girl said, spreading her palms towards the demon. “Ruby Inferno!” She shouted as two jets of fire swirled from her palms skywards, and the twin streams of fire danced in the night sky, carving an arc of flames in its descent and merging into one giant pillar of fire. The demon growled in pain as it hit, not even its wings being capable of defending protecting him from the scorching maelstrom of fire that surrounded him.
As the fire died down, Nova clutched her swords again and lunged forward, taking advantage of Ameki’s momentary weakness. Her attack was stopped, however, as the demon tore through the flames and towards her, swinging his claws upwards and connecting to her chest, sending her flying back a few feet in the alley. Nova quickly staggered back up as a pale green and white light surrounded her. Feeling refreshed, she prepared herself as the demon sped towards her once again – for a moment, she looked behind the demon, but Cyan was still sprawled on the floor, badly injured.
As the demon was about to land his attack, Nova quickly ducked to the side – from the corner of her eye, she had seen who had cast the spell, the one that Ameki had been blissfully ignoring until now. A protective aura surrounded her and she felt her speed and reflexes rise, and the young woman turned around to the demon. Ameki, however, was distracted by something else – a muscular, horned beast was now facing him and, opposite to Nova, he didn’t seem to have any qualms in fighting against Shizumaru’s inner demon.
Maduin darted forth, dodging the Muramasa’s devastating attack, as his claws tore through the yellow skin at the same time Ameki’s fist connected to his stomach. The Esper didn’t seem to feel it, and spun around, grabbing one of Ameki’s wings and throwing the demon against a wall, that collapsed as it met the oni’s body. The demon cackled loudly as he quickly recovered and sprang towards Maduin, swinging the Muramasa downwards as he went.
Maduin’s blood spilled as the cursed blade connected to his arm and Ameki spun around, opening yet another gash in his flesh. The horned beast clutched his hands around Ameki’s arm and, with his other hand, grabbed his neck and threw the winged demon against the paved ground.
“So much consideration for you master.” Ameki chuckled as he jumped up and parried another blow with his wings. “I must say, however, that even a supernatural creature such as yourself is no match for me.” His lips split into a wicked smile as he said it, and the Muramasa spilled the Esper’s blood once again and Maduin landed a swift roundhouse kick in his stomach.
The two stared at each other for a moment – Maduin was badly injured and blood trickled from his arms and chest, at the same time Ameki’s wounds slowly closed down. The demon cackled.
“I see it now. Your eyes, they can’t lie. You’re just buying time for the girl. How noble for such an inhuman beast like you.”
“I plan not to defeat you, demon. I, however, must protect them and keep them away from your wicked grasp.” Maduin snarled, baring his fangs menacingly at the demon and darted forth.
The air around them crackled with the magical energy as the Esper’s fist connected to the demon’s wings. Maduin took advantage of his momentum and leapt to the air as he chanted his most powerful attack. At the same time, the demon reached for the Muramasa and leapt towards the Esper.
When the two bodies met, a bright flash lit the night sky, followed by a deafening explosion that surrounded the Esper and demon – as well as the magical knight and the fallen samurai.
Silence.
Then, laughter. A savage and cruel.
Nova clutched her swords tightly and waited for the demon, that sped towards her at incredible speed.
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I'm terribly sorry for this half assed post. Hopefully, I'll be able to write better stuff tomorrow. The end of the duel is open for whomever wants to finish it.
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Waza Abilities
Sway Back on Malak's summon A-Vote
Casting Mist Double
Double Slash!
1 A-Vote on Sora
Blue Water on Lisa
Uses Item Cure on Lisa _________________
"I am Cyan, retainer to the King of Doma.
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AsylumXKP ...Back again

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 642 Location: Still Drunk!
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As the soliders extinguished the flames around the helicopter, Conker was already gone. He managed to sneak into a a small shop off of the street.
"Are you crazy?" said the American shopkeeper, dressed in brown. "You must be for going around like that!"
"Eh. I managed to get by." The squirrel removed his bandages, discardign them in a waste bin.
"Look, I'm all for the resistance," the shopkeeper looked around warily. "But you don't see me flying the flag around just so I can get my ass shot!" The shopkeeper opened up his brown jacket revealing a T-shirt with the American flag. "It's called STEALTH. Try it some time."
"Maybe you're right." Conker eyed a batch of T-Shirts, one of them was Red with the Soviet Hammer/Sickle in yellow. A lightbulb dinged above Conker.
"How much?" said Conker.
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Conker left the shop dressed in the T-shirt. He thanked the shop owner for the freebie and left the scene.
He walked down the street when a large military truck drove by, full of cases of vodka. With a glimmer in his eyes he ran after it.
The vodka truck turned into a large walled complex, most likely the command center. It stopped at the gate, and the driver talked with the guards for a good while.
"Great! The vodka is here!" shouted the guard. Another older guard popped out and cheered with him.
"Any word on the entertainment?" asked the older guard.
"None yet." said the driver. "Although I heard it'll be a famous celebrity, and perhaps some dancing girls."
"Great! Come on in, park the car by the back door and I'll call to get some help unloading it."
"Famous celebrity eh?" said Conker sitting on the back of the truck. He jumped off the truck as it started to move and faced towards the guard shack.
"What? Who goes there?" said the guard.
"What, you don't recognize me?" said Conker in a mock Russian accent.
"Should we?" retorted the guard. The guard behind him had a hand on his pistol.
"You don't recognize SOCIALIST SQUIRREL of the famous cartoon show 'Lil' Marx and friends'?" said Socialist Squirrel.
"Not that I've seen it... How about you Sergei?" the guard behind him shrugged.
"So you honestly haven't heard of me, or even Proletariat Parrot? Communist Carl? Revolutionary Rabbit?"
"Mickey Mouse?" said one of the guards.
"HA! Mickey Mouse is a filthy creation of that capitalist pig-dog Disney!" scoffed Socialist Squirrel. "Lil' Marx and friends is show created to reeducate the children of this disgusting country to become great people for the glory of Mother Russia!"
"Ahh, I see. And what are you doing here?" asked Sergei who made his way forward.
"Th-- they didn't tell you I was coming? DISGRACE! They told me to show up for this party, and now you tell me you didn't know I was coming."
"You're the celebrity? Where's the dancing girls?"
"Well you see, there was a minor setback. Their bus had a flat tire."
"I don't believe you. Get out of here." said the guard.
"Okay then. I guess your General will be dissapointed his favorite character won't be showing up then..." Conker turned around and walked off.
"YOU IDIOT!" shouted Sergei to the guard. He ran up to Conker and started to apologize. "Forgive Adrian... He's... An idiot. Please, come inside!"
Conker smiled as he followed Sergei in. He noticed Sergei giving Adrian a dirty look as they passed him.
"Take me to the vodka, as per the contract." said Conker.
"Of course comrade!" Sergei opened the door for Socialist Squirrel.
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Back at the gate, a red squirrel with a red t-shirt walked to the gate smoking a cigarette.
"Greetings comrades, I'm Socialist Squirrel and I have an appointment with--"
"LIES! Arrest the imposter!"
"--WHAT?" cried out the real Socialist Squirrel as two armed guards handcuffed him. He protested as they shoved him into an APC. What a coincidence!
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Conker is now known as SOCIALIST SQUIRREL! HOORAY FOR THE PEOPLE! He's also hanging out in the command center, looking for vodka and trouble.
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Using THE MAGIC STONE to nuke everyone for 4 damage. adjust the scores to put Conker 4 points ahead of everyone else.
Using SWAY BACK on Keitaro's A-vote, dodging it.
R-vote on Malak
R-vote on Culex
R-Vote on Jedah _________________
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Procyon Raccoon Master Thief

Joined: 05 Jul 2003 Posts: 238 Location: Socorro, NM
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As the only large clearing nearby, this corner of Central Park had been converted to a large equipment yard, and overnight it was being used for storage of battle tanks and antiaircraft guns. The equipment yard was surrounded by a simple chain-link fence topped by a coil of barbed wire. This, of course, had been a trivial obstacle: a single leap and cane-flip had easily brought him over the top and into the yard.
Using his new-found keys to open the hatch, Sly climbed into the pilot's seat of the nearest tank and stared at the controls. Of course, he'd already been on his heavy-weapons rampage of the day: his plan here was somewhat... different.
Suddenly the tank jolted forward, and Sly came scrambling out of the hatch just as it took off, flattening the fence and tearing through the park leaving muddy treads of compressed snow in its wake. The sleeping sentinels by the gate suddenly sprung to alertness, charged after it, shouting warnings and firing shots... but by then Sly had already popped into the next tank, which soon enough started forward on its own, following its partner as the confused-looking soldiers screamed amongst each other in confusion and anger.
A third tank leapt forward, streaking in a somewhat different direction and eventually ramming straight into a building, its treads still churning as its nozzle stuck, imbedded into the wall. Unfortunately, by now the soldiers had apparently figured things out, and rifle shots began to streak in his direction, narrowly missing Sly even in the darkness. Quietly, Sly sneaked back into the shadows.
On the other side of the park, several inactive participants failed to notice the tanks bearing down on them...
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Use Psychic Prison on Sly Cooper.
A-vote to Sora.
A-vote to Brahne.
A-vote to Jedah.
A-vote to Ed.
(If you're a no-show and do post after this, I apologize, and will make it up to you next round!)
A-votes: 0/5
R-votes: 0/5
WP: 9/24
JP: 0/24 _________________
Description 1: Police Dossier
Description 2: The Thievius Raccoonus Online
Chapter 0: Return to Paris 0-1 0-2
Chapter 3: Battle of the Blackness 3-1 3-2 3-3 3-4 3-5 3-6 3-7
Chapter 4: The Red Menace 4-1 4-2 4-3 4-4 4-5 4-6 4-7
Chapter 5: Trouble in Paradise 5-1 5-2 5-3 5-4 5-5 5-6 5-7 5-8 5-9 5-10
Chapter 6: The Jack of Diamonds 6-1 6-2 6-3 6-4 6-5 6-6 6-7
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Rain The Hunter

Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 179 Location: Colorado Springs
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The bridge was deserted, but just as Malak had remembered it. Various dials and panels had been destroyed, Revan's crew having done battle with his own on that very deck.
Revan immediately pulled Drizzt back as the Sith Lord slashed quickly towards them, taking advantage of the unexpected shift. Revan ducked back and ignited his lightsaber, with Drizzt again facing off with his alter-ego, his dark side.
Drow live for thousands of years. Most humans would consider their lifetime an eternity. Most drow consider the span of human life a flash in the pan. For Drizzt and The Hunter, their battle could wage decades, and their patience would never waver. Every motion was fluid, planned, and efficient.
Drizzt feigned low with Twinkle, the blade twisting back up towards The Hunter's ribs as Icingdeath parried The Hunter's own Twinkle. Drizzt came in with an ankle kick when The Hunter deflected Drizzt's Twinkle out, and The Hunter had to relinquish his opening to deflect the swift kick. His foot came up, and The Hunter blocked Drizzt's foot down, then came in with the same foot. Drizzt dodged to the side, and slashed at The Hunter's ankle with Icingdeath. However, The Hunter had a scimitar waiting for the attack, and blocked the blade up and slid his Icingdeath across Drizzt's torso.
The blow was too light to pierce Drizzt's mythril armor, and Drizzt saw an opening in The Hunter's shoulder. He brought Twinkle down towards The Hunter's arm, but the instinct-driven drow had the momentum to dodge, and Drizzt's blade cleaved through a device panel, sending sparks through the air, like a firework.
The Hunter backed away from Drizzt, backpedalling towards the bridge's sliding door. Drizzt charged after him, and as the door opened, Drizzt tackled his alter-ego and they rolled out the door.
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The bright sun of Calimshan erupted onto the dueling rangers as they tumbled into the streets of the ancient trade city of Calimport, thousands of facless merchants and peddlers lining the street. The pair landed on a crystal peddler, who simply continued on his way as he stood and dusted himself off. The Hunter threw Drizzt from over him, and the ranger rolled up to his feet, scimitars still at the ready. The Hunter came in hard, a horizontal slash causing Drizzt to bring Icingdeath up with his right hand. Drizzt tried to use the scimitar to knock his opponent back, but the force of the attack was too fierce. The Hunter came around again, and this time Drizzt ducked under it, and the blade connected with a wooden pole that held a fruit cart's canopy up. The canopy came down on the Hunter, but he rolled back and away from Drizzt, and as he stood, slaying a faceless merhcant who crossed his path. Drizzt charged after The Hunter, but as he charged he noticed the world begin to shift again.
Drizzt stopped on a dime, just short of hurtling over the edge of a dark cliff, his eyes quickly shifting into darkvision as he surveyed the dark elf city of Menzoberranzan. The Hunter had dodged, and now his foot came square at Drizzt's spine. The blow connected, and Drizzt plummetted over the cliff.
The Hunter looked over the edge after the fallen Ranger, and had just enough time to dodge quickly-rising Drizzt's Twinkle as the good drow activated his Levitation power, newly restored by his memories of the dark place. The drow heard the sound of lightsabers hissing to life, and wondered how Revan was faring against the Sith Lord.
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Revan's face lit up with blue light, his lightsaber providing the only light in the world around him. He knew the city of Menzoberranzan operated on heatvision, but never expected the drow city to be as pitch black as it was. He and Malak had ravaged the bridge of the Leviathan, and when that world emptied into the Tatooinesque merchant area, the Dark Lord had chased the Jedi Master through the bustling streets until Revan could double back. Then, his world became darkness.
Revan heard the lightsaber flare to life behind him, and the brilliant red glow turned to a brilliant flash as the two blades of energy came together. In a world so dark, each clash illuminated a huge area, and Drizzt could see the red and blue beams from his battleground high atop the ridge surrounding the city.
Malak's mechanical faceplate shined with red and blue reflection, his black eyes shining with the fiery red burn of his saber. He unleashed another Force Lightning on Revan, but the prepeared Jedi caught the burst on his lightsaber, and slowly began to circle the Sith Lord.
Malak began to laugh.
Revan's eyebrow rose, until he heard the nearly-silent scratch on the ground behind him. He leapt to the right as an enormous, pointed foot came down where he had been standing. His blade illuminated the creature, and he stood in horror of the half-man, half-spider creature with its bow drawn directly at the Jedi Master.
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Drizzt had his hands full with the Hunter, the open space allowing his opponent plenty of room to move about and dodge his attacks. He looked at the environment he had spent his whole life escaping, and thought to himself, I need a place with nowhere to run.
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Wayne Dark Knight of Vanda

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Martial Law 4-3 - Boom.
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Culex continued to advance through the city, dispatching the occasional group of Soviets; but few soldiers continued to patrol the decidedly unhealthy streets by this point, and in little time he had found his way to a major Soviet arsenal. Culex could see the flames arising from a nearby devastated district, and made a mental note to examine what was going on as soon as his "busines" with the invaders was concluded.
Two rebel Freedom Fighters had followed the path he'd cleared and drove up in a small truck-trailer combination, and both egressed, walking over to the Dark Knight.
"Thanks again for your work so far." one of them, a female human, more specifically, an American, stated, smiling. "We just have one more favor to ask...."
"Yes?"
Her companion, a dark-skinned American man, pointed to the pair of bunkers near the armory's entrance, and the Vandan slowly swept his gaze across the place... it was by far the most heavily defended structure he'd seen aside from the headquarters itself, and he knew that even for him a frontal assault would be unwise. "We have the explosives in the truck... more than enough to bring the entire place down. We'd prefer to take the weapons ourselves, but... if we can keep those Commie b------s from getting resupplied, then that's good enough."
Culex nodded, crossing his arms. His gleaming eyes again examined the armory... and then the Rebel trailer itself. "...hm. A possibility."
"What's that?" the woman asked quickly.
"About how heavy is that trailer, Miss? Fully loaded, of course."
She paused. "Well... about 15,000 pounds, I believe. Yeah... 7.5 tons, fully loaded." She blinked. "Why?"
The Vandan placed his Heavy Machine Gun carefully to the ground. "I am, as your Rebel rhetoric goes, going to offer a great show of American machismo." His eyes flashed orange in humor, and then he stepped over to the trailer, disconnecting it from their truck.
"I don't-- no, man, what the hell do you think you're doing? You can't... pick up that trailer!"
Culex glanced over his shoulder toward the male. "Perhaps not. I don't have the same physical strength I do in my true form... the human-like small size and distribution of limbs makes it even more difficult to apply the force I do have."
"You mean..." the woman stammered, shaking her head, "You... you actually think you can... use that trailer?"
The Dark Knight nodded. "And I would suggest that you stand out of the way when I do." His claws elongated, and he stabbed into the sides of the trailer, finding the best leverage point. And even though he didn't need to breathe, he grunted anyway as he lifted it. Those silly human mannerisms....
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<"Major Gregorovich!"> shouted one Russian officer, pointing to his camera. <"There's... I mean... our defenses have opened fire on an American carrying a trailer!">
<"What?!"> yelled the Soviet, leaning over the man's shoulder to examine the camera screens personally. Sure enough, there was a tall, hulking man lifting a small truck trailer over his head, slowly approaching the arsenal. <"That's... it must be a robot of some kind! Get heavy support units down there immediately! Destroy it!">
<"Major! I think it's too late... he's... he's--">
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Culex's claws dug hard into the metal trailer. He heard a few bullets whiz past, some strike the trailer itself, but ricochet off; some likewise strike him, but inflicting little damage... and then he stopped. He could clearly see an opening on the ground floor for armored vehicles to enter and leave... with a quick glance he estimated that it was indeed thin enough to break under sufficient force... and it would be the best location for a payload of explosives.
The Vandan's eyes flared, and he began his throw. As he watched the trailer-- essentially a giant, metal-encased high explosive-- fly true toward the door some thirty meters away, he felt a rare tinge of pride. It was rare that he, as a Knight, was able to put his powers-- one of which, of course, was nearly unlimited strength, unrestrained as he was by the need for muscles or oxygen-- to use for the benefit of his allies, and not simply himself.
The trailer smashed into, and then through, the aluminum garage door. With his vision Culex could see the event pass, slow enough to witness every detail... the metal of both weapon and defense crumple under the shock of sudden meeting, such shock jolting the extremely volatile contents... a flash of light appearing from the edges of the trailer almost instantly before a contained inferno blossomed out.... Then it blasted apart the trailer, scattering countless shreds of steel, and then the real high explosives within detonated, crumbling even meters of stone and masonry....
Fire exploded from the door and windows on the ground floor, and the entire arsenal collapsed. Seconds later, another explosion rocked the foundation and nearly the streets itself as countless armaments in the guarded level below were set off from the incredible shock. If the building had not been designed to contain such a blast doubtless it would've quickly spread-- but as it was there was little aftermath of the sudden attack besides a cloud of smoke and dust, and fires burning under the debris where air was left for them.
Culex slowly turned toward the two rebels, and after a pause, gave a reluctant V with the first fingers of his right hand. "Mission complete."
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The light of a hundred burning fires cast alternating flickers of illumination and shadow on the pavement far below. Tachibana Asuka, a maniacal gleam in his eyes, projecting his Eternity Eight Alter again and again to damage and destroy everything nearby. One orb struck a gas line, leading to an inevitable fiery chain reaction; and he laughed.
Even in his state, however, he had not entirely forgotten his training; and he paused for a moment as he heard a ponderous echo of footsteps slowly approach him. The click of each step was loud and clear, echoing far, and the Alter-user stared into the distance as a man approached.
Culex slowly advanced toward Tachibana, glowing eyes visible in the shadows far before the rest of his features were. His penetrating stare had already examined him, searched into his past, and future... found that he was still a young mortal, who had simply dealt with too much pressure and snapped.
That did not make him any less dangerous, and the Vandan let the claws on his left hand lengthen; the right prepared another band of ammunition for his machine gun.
"Ah," said the Alter-user, voice slower, deeper than usual. "I've been wanting to use my Alter against a real opponent. These soldiers do nothing but die...."
Culex recoiled at that. "So, you seek to prove your strength by attacking the weak? Such a lack of honor."
Asuka paused, then his dark grin grew even wider. "I used to think about 'honor.' But that doesn't matter. I found out that no matter what I fought for, people died. So instead... I think I'll just kill them first."
The Dark Knight lowered his heavy weapon to the ground, extending his two wrist-crystal-blades, and his blazing eyes met Asuka's enraged ones. "Very well, then, mortal. If you wish to live like a beast... you may die as one. I am Culex, Dark Knight of Vanda. I have crossed into this dimension to challenge the strongest Knights. Will you accept my challenge, and enter combat against me?"
Tachibana smirked, gathering his group of energy-based orbs in a circle around him. "With pleasure."
He attacked first, firing four of the eight orbs, sending them in a pre-emptive strike toward the Vandan, and Culex animated his Fire Crystal. It projected a solid sheet of flame, neutralizing three of the orbs; Tachibana directed the last one up and over it, and with a feral grin made it careen into Culex's forehead.
"That was too easy!" he hissed, unreasoning eyes focused on his enemy. "Now, your mind is--"
In his normal state Asuka could quickly tell when the Eternity Eight were unable to affect a mind, but the Alter-user wasn't in one. Culex reached to his forehead and magically pulled out the orb, crushing it in his hand. Another green sphere took its place in orbit around Tachibana's head, but it had its affect. Culex raised a diamondlike blade toward his mortal opponent.
"I do not think like you do, mortal. My mind exists within me; there is no brain, there is no vulnerability. There is simply thought. And you," he said darkly, "...are too mentally weak to ever challenge me."
"I am not weak!" screamed the insane human, and he flung his arm toward Culex, all eight orbs erupting in a deadly barrage. The Vandan's eyes flickered, and he summoned the Wind Crystal to join the fight. The combination of a wall of flame and electricity dissipated most of the orbs, but two energy bolts tore through... and the force of Asuka's rage propelled them into the Dark Knight's chest, and Culex flew backward, lunging out with a wrist-blade to catch himself on a blazing house's wall.
Tachibana gathered his Eternity Eight again and once more sent them in a dizzying blur toward Culex, but the Dark Knight was better prepared this time. The Fire Crystal again formed a burning flame wall, and again a vicious Asuka punched through-- but there was no purple-skinned knight behind it. Culex charged from the left around and toward Tachibana, and struck with a blindingly fast strike; but Asuka, despite his rage, still had his battle cunning, and he had held back one orb, using it to block. Still, it only barely staved off that attack, and Culex struck with his other arm, striking Tachibana to the side of his head, and the young man flew backward into a run-down garage.
Culex followed him in, ripping open the metal collapsing door-- also fighting off a stab of deja vu-- but was unprepared for such a brutal counterattack. Asuka had used the debris to form his Second-Stage Alter, and a deadly green arrow slammed into Culex's chest as he paused to make himself an entrance. The force of the Alter flung him backward, and Culex landed some twenty feet away, on his back. He hissed and stood, only to see Tachibana, maniacal grin seeming nearly to contort his face, point his glowing energy bow at the Dark Knight's head.
"I win."
The series of orbs shot forth, and struck into Culex's face; and Vandan had made no move to block. For a moment there was no sound over the area aside from the roaring flame and Asuka's panting breaths, and then the young man spoke again.
"A beast, you said. But you don't understand. You couldn't. And now you never will."
"Actually," the Vandan replied, closing his eyes; and with a flesh of red and green light the enhanced Eternity Head shattered in a series of green sparks around Culex's head-- although they reformed just as quickly around Tachibana, who stared, shocked, "...I do understand. I understand as much as you do."
"Shut up..." the maddened Alter-user hissed, drawing back an ethereal bowstring once again.
"I can see your past, Tachibana. I can see your future."
Asuka was not even listening now, and fired another deadly shot with his Alter, but this time Culex bare-handed struck the orb-cluster arrow and it broke apart, slowly resuming orbit around Tachibana. The Dark Knight charged, leaping forward to cross the distance, and slashed downward with a wrist-blade, but it rebounded against the deflecting shell Asuka formed. Culex's eyes glowed and, jabbing a first through the shell, fired a Flame Stone at the human... but as he focused on the magic the Alter-user saw a weakness, and stepped back drawing his bow sideways at Culex's torso, while his fist was stepped by another orb. He drew back the string and fired point-blank, and the Vandan could not dodge. The bolt of force slammed into him and, like the first shot, lifted him backward into the air and then roughly down.
Culex stood, shaking his head. Pain... he had felt little like it from a lone mortal like Asuka, and yet... the man was dangerous. But then, so was he....
The Dark Knight summoned his Fire Crystal, and Tachibana laughed. "You don't think that will work now, do you?"
Culex's eyes shimmered. "You are not yourself, warrior. You do not know what I intend... you only know that you have to fight and kill. And your lack of vision will cause you to lose."
The Alter-user snarled and fired another blast, but Culex dodged, leaping to one side. He circled around, nearing Asuka, evading another blast. He lunged forward, drawing back his hand to strike; and the man formed his spherical barrier before Culex's attack even reached.
"You just don't learn..." the boy hissed, but it was Culex's turn to interrupt him.
"On the contrary... it's you who has learned nothing, relying only on passion... rage and instinct. Look behind you."
The Alter-user spared a rapid glance over his shoulder. He was face-to-face with a glowing Fire Crystal.
Asuka detonated the Orb forming a shell against Culex-- for the third time flinging the Vandan aside-- but he was prepared, and resisted it, landing on his feet, though he skidded backward from the force of the attack. But at the same time the Fire Crystal discharged its stored Corona of fire, and a blazing flare, as though from the sun itself, ripped into Asuka, and the buildings around him. The apartment they had been fighting near's first floor was completely vaporized in the sudden enormous ray of heat and light, and it collapsed around Asuka, who had avoided the worst of the Corona with his ever-present Alter.
"Asuka!" came the crackling yell of someone speaking on a transmitter, and Culex saw a tall, armored human come running up to the scene, taking in the bleak, ruined surrounds. "What...."
"Your friend caused a great deal of damage here, Master Chief Petty Officer. And he is still alive and well... and even more upset. His mind is damaged, I am afraid," Culex explained, hesitantly, "...and, as you mortals say, only he can help himself."
John narrowed his eyes behind his helmet, hand tensing near his assault rifle. "If he's been the one responsible for all this...."
Culex's eyes glimmered somewhat. "He will again come to himself. You are a soldier, Master Chief Petty Officer, not a warrior. Your purpose is to act, to obey... to do what you must for the greater good. Judging a warrior is for another warrior to do."
"I don't believe that." replied the soldier simply. "I have as much a duty to protect the innocent and defeat an 'evil' as you do. ...I don't have to judge him. I just have to stop him."
Culex looked over at the wreckage of the apartment building. Asuka was not hampered by much debris, fortunately for him; he would certainly be "stopped" for long. He turned back to John. "We... are not normally known for showing mercy. Yet in Asuka's future I saw that he will not remain this way. He will find his way again, Master Chief Petty Officer... he will become a warrior. I would ask you not to interfere with that."
The man inside his powered armor sighed, but he moved his hand away from his weapon. "...alright. I believe you."
The Dark Knight nodded. "I am grateful. I should like to challenge Asuka again, under different circumstances... in his right mind, he could prove an interesting opponent. You, as well, Master Chief Petty Officer."
The soldier nodded. "I would accept a duel. You do seem like an honorable... man. And it'd be an interesting change of pace."
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Use of Implosion :: A-vote to Jason Soe (why the heck not?) (6 JP)
R-vote to Akira
R-vote to Conker
Use of Starlight Heal on Darth Malak (7 JP)
Use of Overdrive :: A-vote to Asuka (11 WP/10 JP) (The Great Equalizer~... this was explained to Seril prior) _________________
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Rain The Hunter

Joined: 05 Jan 2004 Posts: 179 Location: Colorado Springs
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Applying Triangle Kick to Jason Soe. 14/23WP 8/11JP
Applying Still Stream to Jason Soe. 0/23WP 8/11JP
Applying Implosion. 0WP 2JP
One A-Vote to Jason Soe (enhanced)
JP Kitchen Sink to Jason Soe.
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San Draco Elven High Wizard

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 908 Location: Faerun
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(Once again, minor spoilers here. Same warnings still apply.)
They were in the tombs. Hieroglyphs were deeply carved into the walls, and statues stood heavy with decay: they were once human-shaped, though their features were badly effaced.
Malak was standing on a sarcophagus, the name on it proudly proclaiming the name of "Ajunta Pall." While the Sith was long-dead, its spirit was yet alive, the blue shape helplessly watching as yet another battle between Dark and Light took place before it.
Regardless, the battle continued on as though it had not been interrupted. Drizzt, however, seemed to attack with renewed vigor, pressing the now close-quarters combat against his dark side. Revan, as well, seemed to be faring better against Malak: the low ceiling prevented the Sith from using his trademark Force Leap.
It was a bit of irony that the Tomb of the Sith would appear to be the place where the Hunter and Malak were destined to lose. However, Malak saw himself slightly edging out over Revan in this battleground, though the Hunter would not be so fortunate... he did not, however, know how he was to beat Revan's advantage.
That is, until he saw the form of Ajunta Pall. In Revan's world, the spirit had finally been laid to rest: the two former Sith lords had learned to put their pasts behind them and embrace the Light side. It had been a somewhat emotional scene, when the spirit that had been filled with regret and hatred for so long could finally let it all go.
This, however, was not that world. In this world, Revan had literally wrenched the treasures from the spirit, leaving it with more regrets and fewer memories than before. Indeed, the only thing it had left was its hatred... a hatred which Malak could capitalize on.
"Spirit!" Malak's mechanical voice echoed through the enclosed area. "Here is the one that has caused you so much grief. Kill him, and regain your lost pride!"
For just a moment, it seemed that Ajunta Pall would not do anything: neither aid nor oppose any of the four newcomers. But then, slowly, the spirit turned to Revan. "I... will have my revenge!"
The resulting inferno of Dark energy was enough to stop all four combatants in their tracks. Malak was the best off: his Force Immunity had just recently been put up, protecting him from the scourge. The other three, however...
Revan and the Hunter were flung back, the sheer power of Ajunta Pall's attack overwhelming them. Drizzt was partially saved: he was still hurt, but not knocked back.
For a moment, both Malak's and Drizzt's eyes locked. Then, as one, they rushed towards each other, technology versus magical enhancement. Once again, sparks and energy flew, especially when Icingdeath was crossed against the lightsabre: the resultant burst of energy was enough to cause even Ajunta Pall to pause.
However, Drizzt had learned a few tricks for dealing with enemies that relied on one powerful weapon: after a few more exchanged blows, he caught the lightsabre's blade with both of his own, and flipped it out of Malak's hand. Malak, now weaponless, caused a whirlwind of energy, catching Drizzt in the swirling vortex. He then turned...
And saw that Revan had his lightsabre. The Jedi grimly smiled. "This battle is over, Malak. Don't make me do something that you will regret."
In response, the Sith lord's eyes quickly scanned the room, his gaze finally coming to a rest on the sarcophagus. With one smooth motion, he jumped backwards and wrenched the lid open, grabbing the first blade that came into his grip. The hilt was... warm, surprisingly enough.
Suddenly, the Hunter slashed at Revan's back, two long wounds adding themselves to those that had already been inflicted on the Jedi. At the same time, Ajunta Pall launched a blast of lightning against Drizzt. As the drow tried to hit the ghost, his magical weapons actually being capable of hitting such creatures, Malak slashed at Revan with his new weapon: a silver-bladed vibrosword. The weapon nearly blazed with light and fire as it attacked Revan, and the Jedi was hard-pressed to hold off both Malak and the Hunter.
That was, until the Hunter suddenly let out a scream of pain and fell on his knees. Drizzt had finished off Ajunta Pall, though his body was badly burned by the encounter. At the same time, his sneak attack put the Hunter on his level: now both of them were badly wounded. As Revan turned to see what had happened, Malak drained another bit of his energy: between the constant fighting, Malak's Force abilities, and not having a moment to heal, the Light Jedi was now in desperate straits.
Drizzt raised one of his scimitars over his fallen counterpart, and he swung...
And the world shifted... |
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AsylumXKP ...Back again

Joined: 02 Jul 2002 Posts: 642 Location: Still Drunk!
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And before I forget...
SEARCHING AREA 5... For Vodka. _________________
With less suckage than Revolutions! |
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Curley W Alchemic Fanboy
Joined: 03 Jul 2002 Posts: 177
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 4:35 am Post subject: Enjoyed my birthday, now for vote dump... |
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1 A-Vote to Jason Soe(Curley W/Myself!)!(hey. no rule says I can't attack myself. :p)
1 A-Vote to Master Chief(Peptuck)!
1 A-Vote to Lisa(Luna)!
1 A-Vote to Sly Cooper(Procyon)!
1 A-Vote to Urashima Keitaro(Moogle)!
1 R-Vote to Master Chief!
1 R-Vote to Lisa!
1 R-Vote to Urashima Keitaro!
Spending 3 WP to use the Skill Ability Counter to retaliate on Jason Soe!
Jason will be Searching Area 12!
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Coin Huh?

Joined: 07 Jul 2003 Posts: 482 Location: Gotham City
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 4:43 am Post subject: |
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R-vote to Keitaro Urashima and Master Chief _________________
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Dareon 1.5% Margin of Error

Joined: 08 Jul 2002 Posts: 328 Location: Alaska, you fools! Stop being surprised!
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2004 5:00 am Post subject: |
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Comedy option overstory.
"Change of plans, people," said Chris, "We've got one hell of a diversion out there, so let's wipe them out. Drive the Russians out of Manhattan!"
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Inside the Russian command center in City Hall, chaos reigned. Reports were flying in from all districts of Manhattan of chaos, death, destruction, and doom. Oh, so much doom. Then, came more doom.
The ground rumbled slightly. At first it seemed like the standard rumbling from bombardments, then the Russians noticed it was too regular. Almost like very heavy running footsteps...
As several soldiers began to turn towards the doors, they smashed and flew inwards, bowling over the Commies nearest the doors. Following directly in the wake of the doors came Queen Brahne, wielding about half of a six-inch-diameter flagpole, the Stars and Stripes fluttering gaily on the end. Her wild rush trampled around ten soldiers, a mighty sweep of her pole slammed five more into the walls. Then, following close behind came Chris, leading a handpicked squad of crack troops.
Ed dashed in, clutching Ein tightly and gnawing on several surprised soldiers. Rayjack cut through five soldiers and half of city hall before bringing his sword under control. Sora practically danced across the heads of a squadron of Special Forces, an artistic fountain of blood spraying from the soldier's necks a moment after he passed. Reds scattered and ran before the bellowing charge of Nosferatu Zodd, while Khrima, mounted on Zodd's broad back, picked off stragglers with a laser cannon. Kirby, having swallowed an armored trooper, loosed a devastating stream of hot, sharp metal as he bounced through the halls. Behind them came Aqua Man, offering drinks to the freedom fighters if they got thirsty.
...Okay, maybe they're troops ON crack instead of crack troops, but it's the thought that counts.
In this manner the brave team made their way to the roof, Brahne and Zodd smashing aside any and all obstacles. There, they faced the most devastating enemy of all: Hideaki Anno with a bad Russian accent. After a long, hard battle, he finally fell to a combination of Khrima's expert laser barrage, Brahne's flagpole-fu, and Ed's... chewing on him.
Making his way slowly and proudly to the flagpole, Christopher Stone pulled a battered, stained, and frayed American flag from his backpack. Quickly taking down the Russian flag, he reverently attached the Star-Spangled Banner to the rope and hoisted it aloft for all to see. Cheers broke out in the streets around City Hall, and, standing straight and tall, tears leaking from his eyes in joy, Chris saluted the flag he fought to defend.
Then Ed bit him on the leg, mist swirled around the crop of extraplanar fighters, and they were gone.
Voting has ended, and the next round will be up shortly. I'll leave this open for a bit if you want to finish up your climactic battles against Geese Howard and Albert Wesker. WTF. Geese Howard and Albert Wesker... *wanders off shaking his head*
Here are the results for the minigame.
1) You found a knife. You gain 1 Rock.
2) You found a gun. It still has some ammo left, too. You gain 2 Rocks.
3) You get too close to Tachibana Asuka and get bombarded with rubble or something. You take 1 point of damage.
4) The good news: You found some weapons. The bad news: They were in the hands of a group of KGB operatives lying in ambush. You take 2 points of damage.
5) You found a First Aid Kit. You receive 1 Cure.
6) You saved a civilian family from a few Russian soldiers. They take you back to their apartment and treat you to a meal approximately approaching tasty. Damn Russians and their food rationing. You receive 1 point of healing.
7) You found a doctor hiding from the Soviet forces. You receive 2 healing.
8) You found a Medic Kit. You gain 1 Power Cure.
9) You hit the jackpot! A survivalist's cache, minus the survivalist. You gain Dark Robe, 1 Cure, one point of healing, 1 WP, 1 JP, and a Purple Eye.
10) Uh-oh. You know those scenes in cartoons where the character lights a match and turns out to be surrounded by TNT and gunpowder? That's just about what happened to you. You take 3 points of damage, and lose 1 A-vote and 1 R-vote from your usable stock next round.
11) You loot an abandoned Starbucks and make off with a Frappucino. You gain 1 Magi-Water.
12) Geese Howard mocks you. The experience is useful, if embarrassing. You take 1 damage, and gain a Time Twister.
13) You manage to ambush a heavily-armored trooper and take his Heavy Machine Gun. You gain Light Vulcan.
14) You find some wounded civilians and heal them. You gain 1 WP and 1 JP.
15) You break into a New Age store. Discarding several packages of incense and stepping over a shattered display of crystals, you find a mysterous armoire with an air of invincibility about it. You open it and remove a robe covered in mystical symbols from it. You gain Moonlight Robe. |
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Dry Seeker of Power
Joined: 06 Nov 2003 Posts: 114 Location: Seeking Power
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Geese sidestepped the Power Wave and chuckled darkly.
"Heh heh...what's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost."
The expression of pure hate on Terry's face was priceless. Geese made a mental note to make sure Terry had that expression when he was bronzed. For a moment, he was slightly distracted by that thought...that was when Terry launched his next attack, leaping forward with a short Burn Knuckle. Geese's attention immediately returned to the fight; stepping back, he raised his arms in a defensive position. And not a moment too soon...literally a split second later, Terry's burning fist hit. Geese was able to block it, but the force of the blow staggered him...Terry's next attack, a Power Tackle, slammed through Geese's guard, setting him up perfectly for a Power Dunk. The Overlord hit the ground, bounced, and slid to a stop a few feet away. But Geese rose again after only a few short moments, grinning despite the blood that was still flowing from his nose.
Terry pressed his luck, coming in with another Burn Knuckle, intending to start another combo that would make Geese stay down. The Overlord had other plans, though.
"Jaieken!"
Geese's arms flared with blue light as he charged in. Geese's forearm slammed into Terry's fist with a burst of crackling blue light and a whiff of ozone; the force behind Terry's blow was spent in the impact. But the crafty Geese used the force of the impact to turn, his right arm coming forward and slamming into Terry's chest in a thunderous palm strike. The Lone Wolf staggered before the force of the strike, and then was driven to the ground by the force of the final hit, a sweeping overhead blow. Geese stepped back, still grinning that cold grin.
"Do you think you can win, Terry Bogard? Hahahaha...your techniques are a half finished variant of my Hakkyoku Seiken style. How can you hope to defeat me with that incomplete style?"
Terry staggered back up to his feet. Geese sneered.
"Still not ready to just give up and die? Fine. Here come the pain!"
Terry threw another Power Wave at Geese, but a well timed Double Reppuken negated and countered it completely. Terry Power Dunked, leaping over the Reppuken and sending Geese staggering. Terry tried to follow up the blow with a Crack Shot, but Geese blocked and grabbed Terry out of midair...
"Rashuomon!"
Suddenly, with a gut wrenching twist, Terry was flying straight UP, his momentum twisted by one of Geese's throws. He slammed into the ceiling, and as he was coming back down, Geese crossed his arms in front of chest...the instant before Terry would have hit the ground, Geese thrust his hands forward. A massive wave of blue power erupted, sending Terry flying through the air...and right into the Dance Dance Socialist Revolution machine. Geese winced as the machine crumpled beneath the impact...but Terry, now cut and bruised from the beating he had suffered, rose back to his feet, still glaring daggers at Geese. The Overlord sneered.
"It's time to finish this."
His fists again began to glow with a brilliant blue light, this time far brighter than before, as Geese prepared to strike a deathblow against Terry.
"DEADRY RAVE!"
Geese blasted towards Terry, his right hand drawn back to start the supercombo of wrong deth...but Terry still had a little left, enough for one last blow. His fists, too, began to glow with a blue light. As Geese approached, Terry slammed his fists into the ground. The ground around Terry began to shimmer with blue light...but Geese, focused entirely on the kill, didn't notice. The Overlord reached the perfect range and drove his fist forward...just as a huge pillar of blue energy exploded upwards around Terry Bogard in a blast not unlike Geese's own Raging Storm. The power of Terry's Power Stream enveloped him, burning the energies of the Deadly Rave away, blasting Geese...
It only lasted a few seconds, really, but it was long enough. For a moment after the Power Stream faded, the two fighters remained locked in the same tableau. Geese stood motionless, his fist drawn back to strike Terry, who had both hands on the ground. And then...Geese's fist dropped. Terry slowly rose to his feet, as Geese staggered back and dropped to his knees. The Overlord doubled over and coughed up blood, then raised his head again to face Terry.
"Heh...perhaps your grasp of Hakkyoku Seiken...was better than I thought..."
And then Geese collapsed, falling over onto his back. He was no longer breathing, and his eyes were open, staring at nothing. Terry simply stood there for a moment...then, slowly, he limped away from Geese, stopping at Mary's statue.
"Mary...rest in peace."
And then Terry left, his mission accomplished. For a few minutes, all was still...the statues regarded the fallen Geese, weighing him with their heavy stares. But perhaps Terry should've stayed around a bit longer. A few minutes after Geese's death, the air suddenly seemed to thicken and shimmer. Power seemed to flow through the room, hanging in the air like static electricity...and then Geese sat up, screaming. Terry had killed Geese...but after he had stolen the Scrolls of Immortality from the Jins, Geese had performed a ritual that granted him eternal life. Death couldn't stop the Overlord...though it was still excruciatingly unpleasant. Geese coughed and wiped the blood from his lips.
"Terry Bogard...don't think you can get away from me so easily..."
Geese staggered to his feet. He had some more preparations to make... _________________ Luna
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